𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 118 | Pummeled NSFW

He grounded into me keeping his eyes on his dick entering and coming out. I moaned feeling another climax come on as I gripped the edges of the desk for support.

"I'm close." He groaned. "I'm going to pull out and come on your stomach okay?"

"O-kayyyyy." I gurgled out as he made me move with him, using me as a ragdoll.

"Come on." He strained. "Fuck, fuck."

I could feel his thrusts become more sporadic as he was right there.

He groaned and pulled out, pumping himself up and down quickly. I propped up, watching, coming closer as he then poured himself onto my stomach, not being able to hold in the moan that crept from his throat. That was so hot.

We were breathless as he leaned his palms on the table at my sides while his head was down and his hair caressed my thighs.

"You did so fucking good." He praised. "I could do that all night, you're a drug, baby."

I smiled and met his eyes as he grabbed the side of my face and leaned into kiss me. It was a sweet short kiss.

"Wow." Was all I could say.

He laughed, grabbing my legs from his shoulders and letting me sit properly, my hands gripping the desk edge in front of me. He stood between my legs and said,

"Next time I want you to be louder," he grinned. "and I want to see more of that ass."

He glided his hands down my back and met my ass giving it a small squeeze. I gasped.

"Is this a dream?" I asked, staring at his till hard-on.

"I can pinch you." He proposed.

"Pinch me." I said, pushing down the apparent fact I must really like pain.

He pinched my thigh and I hissed.

He smiled at me and I grabbed him to kiss him again. He pulled my ass to him as he let his tongue flick my bottom lip.

As I pulled back from the kiss he dragged out my bottom lip with his teeth. That was hot. Is it wrong to ask for a round two already?

Holy shit how am I going to face this man in class? Especially sitting at a desk exactly like this one, fuck. I am only a little grateful it wasn't this exact desk, considering this one is only mine. Though now I have to suffer alone sitting right at this desk knowing exactly what happened here.

I stared down at the mess he made on my stomach and looked at him. "You mind?"

He searched around and grabbed a tissue box off the floor.

"Get on the pill I want to come inside you next time, I hate pulling out." He stated, watching me. "Unless it's on your tits."

I shivered at the thought, needing that right now, but I wasn't on the pill and I still had two days until my next gynecologist appointment.

I groaned, wishing I had been smart enough for that. He started to wipe my stomach off and throw the tissues in the garbage.

"You looked sexier with me all over you, but whatever you say." He says, finishing wiping himself off my stomach like I asked.

I admired at how gentle he was, at-least with cleaning me.

He put his hand on my face, cupping my cheek as I rested into his palm. I expected something sweet,

"Next time I'm going to fuck you in MY bed, and it's not going to be pretty."

Fuck, okay.

All I did was stare at him in response and he rested his hand on my thigh before looking at the desk.

"Here I thought I was the one who made the mess." He teased, grabbing more tissues to wipe the floor.

Then he came back up to the desk and looked up at me before wiping the desk off. I hadn't noticed that his hair had finally come undone from the bun fully as it sprawled over both shoulders. He's too much for me, holy shit.

He let his hand trail up my thigh before surprising me and slipping two fingers inside of me. I gasped. They hooked a little and he rubbed my g-spot before he pulled his fingers out just as quickly and stuck them in his mouth. I stifled a pained moan at the instant absent feeling. I watched as his tongue slid over and between both fingers, licking them clean. He kept eye contact, his eyes dark and sexy, his opposite hand gripping my thigh, and his body slightly tensed. Holy shit that was hot.

"No one else will have you like this, not like I do." He says through hooded eyes.

I merely nod.

"I'll give you a break now, but you don't know how bad I want to fuck you again." He says, flicking his eyes up my figure. "In every position imaginable."

We aren't even fucking anymore but I swear just him talking is about to make me come again. I need a damn moment.

I squeeze my eyes shut, leaning my head back and can feel his gaze on me, which he confirms when he murmurs. "Fuck, you're sexy."

I grin and open my eyes, grabbing him against me to plant a kiss on his mouth.

"From now on everything is real." I say, stern.

"Real." He repeats, talking into my mouth. "Everything."

"I'm not good at aftercare." He says, shrugging.

"Well you're going to have to learn." I grit out pulling away from him.

"Be ready for all of me, I won't hold back anymore." He says, not meeting my eyes. "From now on this is me, and I'm not sure you'll like it."

He conjures my words back to me and I smile. I just smile because sometimes when I do he does it back.

I stare at his body, his muscles are finally relaxed and he's glowing. Even without flexing his body being immensely toned is still very prominent. Damn this man works out. I gaze at his hands that are gripping both my thighs, veins streaking up both his arms and stopping at his elbows. I can't help but look down and see how deeply ingrained and hard his v-line is, then I lower my gaze. Can someone still be that big when soft? He's situated himself between my body and I can't think of any other place he should be. I could see his dick ever so slowly growing under my obvious gaze.

I was seriously considering another round before I shifted and felt the soreness start to kick in.